Haunted Wood You know what they do to guys like us

But he had left, and thus the scent she tracked back over the border was no packmate of hers, but a trespasser. The woman was in no mood to contend with any more threats to her authority, and so did not bother with words when the rear of the man finally came into view. She is courteous enough to offer a warning snarl, but that is all that leaves her maw before she charges toward him, fangs aimed for his flank as she moves to shove him into the dirt.